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George Krokos

George Krokos, 21 november 2017

Reserved For Love

I have no reservations at all in loving You
and saying this is my proof of it being true.
You're the only one who sees into my heart
no matter where I am though it seems apart.
I can't hide any of my feelings towards You
that rise up from within whatever I may do.
They're so strong at times I'm beside myself
and find that I am acting as such like an elf.
If they really do not draw You closer to me
then I'm bereft of Your love and needn't be.
Please don't hold back in giving any advice
as to how I will be able Your love to entice.
Pure love isn't a game that anyone can play
but is reserved for those who go all the way.
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George Krokos

George Krokos, 21 november 2017

Loss And Love

I am at a loss when it comes to loving thee
and wonder how this could ever really be.
Love's a feeling that rises up from the heart
and is directed towards one who's apart;
when two people may both casually greet
or when they are by fate destined to meet.
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George Krokos

George Krokos, 21 november 2017

Sunlight In The Park

There was sunlight pouring down
in the park and on the ground
where it could also be seen
the grass had a brighter sheen.
All the shadows that were cast
would for a while yet still last
and the beauty of that sight
was distinguished in the light.
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Note: This was written to go with my graphic piece titled: Sunlight In The Park 1

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Renato N. Mascardo

Renato N. Mascardo, 20 november 2017

lure of the dance

terpsichore

the muse
tapped Anetand
you to share with us your
joy on the floor void now of a
bel-esprit//

renato
monday 20 november 2017

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 19 november 2017

New Enigma

To confront his terror
he changed the game
plan for a mystery dive.

The custodian of a flame
will show serendipity.
Sun was enveloped in a dark matter.

The Teflon has disappeared.
You will remember the things-
you did not understand.

Someone nips at your heels.
You run faster. The evil
was flying home.

The house was in disarray.
Give me a comb to keep
the dark figures out.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 18 november 2017

Quenching

Go forth alone, as a beast,
as a bird, as a fish.
There were knots in the breast
to be dissolved.

Unfrequented, lust brings
a folded rose. A foeless
territory to explore the -
heaven of fingers.

Beautiful. I like you
Your smile enters the knife.
The knife goes into the heart.
The heart finds an angel.

Pomegranates. Dark red.
Oozing on the edges for
accepting the brunt of
a corrosive reversal.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 17 november 2017

Panorama

The rain washed,
moon. I am going to talk,
to clouds,
for a pause.

*

A serene
quietness.
Rain comes down in rhythmic dance.
No bird will sing now.

*

I will watch,
the bougainvilleas.
Shedding the coloured bracts
on velvety grass.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 16 november 2017

Culpability

Adept in riling.
You cannot chew the thoughts.
There was no mandible.

This double-edged
cutlass. The curvy contour
brings you to a hole. You
spray a defoliant to
denude the trees.

Naivete.
Who was competent enough
to disconnect the sparring
bulls. Disingenuous, you
were not interested to –

design a stillness as a
requiem for the trailing dazzlers.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 15 november 2017

Numbness

The sound of animosity
wakes you up.
There was a shadow war.

The ethnic otherness,
when you were ditching
the sermons, the adjectives.

Will you accept the
atrocity of nouns who keep
on inviting the fat spiders?

The vision has failed.
I don’t find any cue
to the nests of sparrows.

Ah, the booming guns.
But I was talking
to Sisyphus.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 14 november 2017

Numbness

The sound of animosity
wakes you up.
There was a shadow war.

The ethnic otherness,
when you were ditching
the sermons, the adjectives.

Will you accept the
atrocity of nouns who keep
on inviting the fat spiders?

The vision has failed.
I don’t find any cue
to the nests of sparrows.

Ah, the booming guns.
But I was talking
to Sisyphus.

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